Lydia Zuid Scharwoude Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Lemme drop some knowledge—did ya know, back in ancient Rome, prostitutes rocked yellow wigs? Wild, right? Standin’ out, gettin’ that coin. I’m picturin’ it, laughin’—yellow hair, pimpin’ it, no shame. “I don’t sell myself, I sell time,” that’s some *Ten* energy right there. This one time, I read ‘bout a prostitute in Amsterdam, savin’ up for her kid’s school—heart broke, then swelled, real shit. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Respect, yo.

Cities in North Holland

After class, I decide to explore a bit. I stroll down de Witteweg, and it’s so picturesque. Like, postcard material. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking full-on monsoon. I duck into a café on de Zand, and it’s packed. I grab a coffee, and the barista is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, typical Dutch, right?” She laughs, and I feel a bit better.

"This year, sauerkraut demand has, fortunately, normalized"